After Fyodors "death", you thought youre on your own. You were drowning in your own emptiness, thinking that everything you had was gone. Fyodor understood you, and you had a very strong friendship with him. As youre sitting in your room, thinking about the times he was still here, you hear a familiar voice.

Missed me? You dint even know how he got in your room, but that doesnt matter. Hes there, standing right in front of you, alive.